A tragedy called All's lost by lust. Written by William Rowley. Divers times acted by the Lady Elizabeths Servants. And now lately by her Maiesties Servants, with great applause, at the Phœnix in Drury Lane — All's lost by lust

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The Argument.

ROderigo, King of Spaine, be­ing deepely enamored upon Ia­cynta, a beautifull yong Spa­nish Lady, daughter to a great Commander in the warres, (called Iulianus) hath often by private solicitations and gifts, tryed to winne her to his embraces; but they not prevailing, hee resolves to enioy her byforce: whilst hee sailes in these lustfull thoughts, Lothario, (a Gentleman of better fortunes than condition) is his Pilot, steering his wickednesse on. To helpe which with winde and weather, Mulymumen, King of Bar­bary, with an Army of 60000. Moores, is rea­dy to crosse into Spaine, to invade Roderigo, who no way frighted, but laying hold on this occa­sion, sends Iulianus as Generall against the Afri­can, and by his two evill Spirits, Lothario and Malaena) gets accesse to the Lady in her Fathers absence, but their Engines breaking, he ravishes her. The Dove being thus ruffled, is delivered out of one Falcons Tallons, to the gripe of another:[Page] Lothario is made her Keeper, whom Iacynta one day finding fast asleepe, takes the keyes of the Ca­stle from him, & flyes to her Father in the Camp; who hearing the storie of the Ravisher, ioynes with those Spanish Lords in his Army, to bee re­venged on the Tyrant: To hasten this vengeance, the African is taken prisoner, and againe set at liberty, with condition that hee shall Rally all his scattered Troopes, and then those two Armies be­ing incorporated in one, to drive Roderigo out of his Kingdome, & to inthrone the Moore there. Mulymumen so likes the ravished Lady, that he begges her of her Father to be his: but Roderi­go flying into Biscany, and the African Lord of all, is scorned by Iacynta, who in revenge, calls for Iulianus (her Father) commanding his eyes to be put out, and her tongue to be cut out, and so to leade him; In the end, the Barbarian to shorten Iulianus his misery, gives him a weapon, the Moore hath another, with intent to runne ful-butt at one another, much intreaty being made to let Iacynta dye nobly, tis promist, and then they both being ready to runne, the Moore snatches Iacynta before him, and so the Father kils his own Daugh­ter, and is presently by the Moore slaine himselfe.

Antonio marries Margaretta, faire, but low [Page] in fortunes, and comming to these warres, fals in love with Dionysia, daughter to Alonzo, but the women come to tragicall ends, and Antonio for upbraiding Iulianus with selling his King and Country to the Moore, is by Iulianus slaine.

O poore comparison father, doe they use to line cloth of gold with cloth of gold; no, but with fine, gentle, and easie linings, and such my sister may be, for tho I say it that should not say it, my sister has a good face, a white necke, and a dainty hand, and that may serve for lining for the best cloth of gold in all Spaine.

Ped.

Cedars and shrubs cannot grow up together.

Iaq.

Away, away, speake not so like a Wood monger, I'le

Put you downe with a caparison now, doe we not use

To graft sweet apples upon crab-tree stocks, doe we

Not use to enoculate your Malicatoon upon a Gooseberry?

Such is my sisters case now, say that the noble man

Would enoculate his Lordship upon my sisters yeomandry,

What hurt were in this? would it grieve you to be a

Lords brother, or this old woman to have her Lady

Daughter to aske, Grauam, how doe you, will you ride

Abroad in your Croarch, or your embroderd side-saddle?

Cla.

I, thou talk'st wildly boy, yet err'st not much

In my conceit, be content man, and adde as meete it is,

Ioy to content, your daughter shal be made a happy woman

By a noble marriage.

Ped.

Happy say'st thou? oh 'tis as distant as the Moon from earth,

And has the like effects, it changes oft,

So with a silver brow, greatnesse lookes on us

Promising and lovely, but once growne full,

It brings swelling billowes to o'rewhelme us.

Iaq.

Pray father talk no more of the moon, but of your son,

Not my selfe that am your son and heire, but of your

Son in law that shall be, my noble L. Antonio, Lord of

Barcelona, and his noble Lady my sister, that shall be.

Ped.

'Twill well become her, what armes shall I give to make her gentle by?

As for that, it is sufficient your Ladiship is my sister; oh ye little amiable rogue you, a good face is a good dowry, I see sometimes; when we two tumbled both in a belly together, little did our mother thinke which should have beene the Madam; I might have beene cut the tother way iffaith, if it had pleased the sisters three, if the Mid­wife had but knowne my minde when I was borne, I had beene two stone lighter; but much good do thee with thy good fortunes; farewell honourable flesh and bloud, I will deliver to my noble brother, pretty trim Lady, I thinke we are eyde alike; fare thee well, I cannot chuse but see thee as long as I look [...] upon thee.

A murrin o the carrier brought me hither, I shall sit the worse this two dayes, but I thinke I have requited his sides for't; Now to my letter, pat yffaith, here's my noble brother; hum, I have a pestilent Lady to my sister, she told me I should finde him amongst Ladies; if she had said Lady she had guest singular well yffaith, I will carry it as well as I can for my honourable brothers credit.

Looke thee theres black and white for thee from the little honourable ra [...]all my sister, and a thousand com­mendations too without booke, which I was bid to tell thee by roat, if thou canst reade and heare all at once.

Ant.

Yes I can.

Iaq.

Theres honourable bones a breeding, my sister is the peevishest piece of Ladies flesh growne of late, we have good sport at it to see her vexe and fret, she boxes me as familiarly as if I were her Cobler, for talking to her, an un­naturall varlet, to strike her owne flesh and bloud, but I beare with her for thy sake.

Ant.

I thanke you fort, brother.

Iaq.

Nay, she cuts her lace, and eats raw fruit too, what sallet do you thinke she long'd for tother day?

Ant.

I know not:

Iaq.

For a what doe call 'um? those long upright things that grow a yard above the ground; oh Cuckow pintle roots, but I got her her belly full at last.

Ant.

So twas well.

Iaq.

But the best lest was, she bit her shoomaker by the eare as he was drawing on her shoes; and another time her Taylor for girding her too straight, he had a long nose, but she did so pinch his bill; what, hast thou good newes bro­ther?

I cannot give you the entertainment I woud bro­ther, but I pray you let this provide for you.

Iaq.

This is Hostesse, Tapster, Chamberlaine, & all, bro­ther.

Ant.

In the morning early my letter shall bee ready for you.

Iaq.

I will lye in my boote all night, but I'le bee ready as soone as your letter: Bonos nocios, mi frater.

Ant.

Stay brother, one thing I must aske you,

And pray you tell me, Whats your thought of me,

Finding me in a Ladies company?

Iaq.

O brother, I woud not have you thinke you have a foole to your kindred, what! I understand these toyes, there are fowle, and there are fish, there are wag-tayles, and there are Mermayds.

Ant.

Of what sort do you thinke she is?

Iaq.

Oh brother, definitions and distinctions! fie on 'um, come, I know flesh and bloud will be sporting. And I were a married man my selfe, I woud not alwayes be at home, I woud hawke, and hunt, and ride, there are divers members in one body, there are flesh dayes, and there are fish dayes, [...]man must not alwayes eate one sort of meat.

Ant.

I see you are a wag brother.

Iaq.

Alwayes let a married man get his owne children at home if he can, if he have a bit abroad for procreation or so—.

Ant.

Well good night brother, I pray hold a good opi­nion of me.

Iaq:

O Sir, I can winke with one eye like a gunner, shall I make my sister sicke of the yelow laundies? no, thought is free, whatsoever I speak [...], I'le say nothing; Vale, valete, valete, valetote.

O for a private place to bee hang'd in; when all hope's gone, welcome despaire; which way soever the day goes, I'me sure this is my way; If the King overcome, I shall be hang'd for Iacintaes escape, if shee rise, I fall in recompence of her wrongs. All my griefe is, I want an heire to have my purse and clothes, one that would take the paines for me, an honest hangman were now as good [Page] a companion as I woud desire to meet with; I have liv'd a Lord, and I woud be loath to dye an executioner.

Enter Clowne.

Iaq.

Murder is come to light; Oh sister how hast thou overthrowne our honorable house before it was well co­vered; oh ambitious sister, halfe a share in a Lord woud not content thee, thou woud have all or none, now thou hast none, for thou hast kild thy Lord and husband.

Lo.

I was a Lord, altho a bawdy Lord.

Iaq.

I was a Lords brother, altho a bawdy Lords bro­ther.

Lo.

O Lechery, how hast thou puft mee up and un­done me.

Iaq.

O Lechery, thou hast battend me a while, and then spoild me.

Lo.

Ha? what art thou?

Iaq.

Partly honorable, partly miserable.

Lo.

Give me thy hand.

Iaq.

Give me thy halter then.

Lo.

Art thou a hangman then?

Iaq.

I, and a mad one, but now I droope, and am rea­dy to drop into the budget.

A hundred marks, besides leases, and lands which I have wickedly gotten, all which I will bestow on thee, if thou wilt take the paines to hang me.

Iaq:

Hum? my brother is dead, and there is no way to raise our house agen but by ready money or credit; the hangman many times mounts above his betters; well I will hang, but my conscience beares me witnesse, tis not for any good will I beare unto thee, nor for any wrong that I know thou hast committed; but innocently for thy lands, thy leases, thy clothes, and thy money. And so come a long with to me the next tree, where thou shalt hang till thou art dead, and stink above ground.

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